The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Relatives and Friends

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Some messages were from classmates he hadn’t talked to since high school, “Hey, Miles, remember me? It’s your old classmate! How’ve you been? Let’s hang out sometime!”

Some were from guys he once worked short–term jobs with at a construction site–people whose names he could barely remember, “Bro, you made it big and didn’t tell me? Tranquil Oasis is a great place!”

Even relatives from his wife’s side, whom he barely had contact with, reached out, “Miles, I heard you’re in charge of irrigation at the farm? That’s a really good job!”

The messages were all pretty much the same. They started with sudden, overly friendly greetings, then slowly tried to ask about his job at the farm–what he did, what he was in charge of, and whether he had access to anything “internal.”

Then every conversation turned to the same thing–seeds.

“I heard your farm regularly gets rid of some unwanted seeds? Like the ones that don’t sprout well?”

“I want to grow some small potted plants, just need a few special seeds. Your farm is so big. Could you maybe save some of the discarded ones for me? Price is negotiable!”

“Old friend, I’ll be honest, I have a friend researching plants and needs samples from different sources. Even discarded seeds are fine. Can you get some? I’ll pay per seed! You’ll like the price!”

“Bro, got any way to get some second–grade seeds from the farm? Any crop is fine! I need them urgently. I’ll pay double the market price for premium seeds, no, triple works too!”

As Miles read through the messages one by one, he went from confused, to uneasy, and finally to deeply scared.

He was just a low–level worker. Every day, he just dealt with water pipes and plants. What did he know about “internal channels” or “discarded seed“?

He didn’t even know where the seed storage was!

Did these people message the wrong person?

He awkwardly replied to each one, explaining that he was just an ordinary worker with no authority and knew nothing about the seeds.

But his explanations seemed to be taken as modesty, or him playing hard to get.

Not only did the messages not stop, but they also increased. The prices they offered kept going up.

Some people even sent preview screenshots of stellar coin transfers–amounts big enough to cover Emily’s medical bills for months.

“Miles, don’t get fooled by those people! Look, someone posted a bounty on the Free Market for seeds. Any kind of seed works–even shriveled ones rejected by machines! As long as there’s a tiny bit of life left. they’ll take it!” Finally, one message mentioned the Tycoon Boss and the Free Market bounty, along with a link to the post.

3:27 am

Chapter 220 Relatives and Friends

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Miles clicked the link and struggled through the flood of heated discussions and the rules posted by Interstellar Tycoon.

It took him a long time to finally understand what was going on.

A rejected seed that meant nothing to him–something that might get swept into the trash–could actually be traded for a natural fruit worth tens of thousands, or even more?

Miles had lived an honest life. Now his heart started pounding out of control.

He looked at the numbers in those messages, then thought about his daughter’s pale smile, and the hopeless prices on her medicine bottles.

A strong, tempting thought popped into his head, Maybe … maybe this could actually work?

But he quickly pushed it down.

No. This was stealing. It broke the farm’s rules.

Even if they were worthless discarded seeds, they belong to the farm. I can’t do that.

The next few days were torture for Miles.

The “friendly” messages kept coming, and the money they offered got more and more ridiculous.

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